Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
EPMD,
Smog,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Joensuu 1685,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Sonic Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Brass Construction,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eyeless In Gaza,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
Man Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.