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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dark Day,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Nico,
Monolake,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arthur Verocai,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
ABBA,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Make Up,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.