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 Guyana and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
Lucky Dragons,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Saints,
Smog,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ludus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Sällskapet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
Roxette,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tomorrow,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Porter Ricks,
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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.