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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Boredoms to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Bill Wells,
Cybotron,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Stiv Bators,
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Saccharine Trust,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
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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.