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 Saudi Arabia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Fat Boys,
Y Pants,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Stooges,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Red Krayola,
The Remains,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scientists,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joy Division,
World's Most,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.