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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 The Human League to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Trumans Water,
Japan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quadrant,
Todd Terry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Raincoats,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
Crime,
the Fania All-Stars,
Television Personalities,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Barbara Tucker,
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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.