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 Armenia and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Womack,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
The Barracudas,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Boz Scaggs,
Pussy Galore,
Brick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Durutti Column,
David Bowie,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
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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.