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 Botswana and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 jazz 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eli Mardock,
Pantaleimon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Metal Thangz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aaron Thompson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Pussy Galore,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
a-ha,
DNA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
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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.