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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Robert Wyatt to the grime 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
The Blackbyrds,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Görl,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dirtbombs,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Easy Going,
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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.