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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the grime 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
the Germs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
The Shadows of Knight,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
JFA,
The New Christs,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Pole,
Q65,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
Robert Hood,
Audionom,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Cecil Taylor,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Connie Case,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bronski Beat,
Sonny Sharrock,
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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.