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 Oman and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Womack to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
UT,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Scratch Acid,
Fear,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Fad Gadget,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
Delta 5,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
A Certain Ratio,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Visage,
cv313,
Toni Rubio,
L. Decosne,
Deepchord,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
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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.