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 Cameroon and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Terry Callier to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
Roxette,
Aswad,
A Certain Ratio,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
The Sonics,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
X-102,
Visage,
Archie Shepp,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Carl Craig,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Loose Ends,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
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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.