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 Israel and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Monolake,
ABC,
Reagan Youth,
the Germs,
Pulsallama,
X-102,
Carl Craig,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Hill,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q65,
Bluetip,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Max Romeo,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Yellowson,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Can,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Dark Day,
The Barracudas,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-101,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.