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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smog to the techno 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stereo Dub,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
The Cramps,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
Goldenarms,
Supertramp,
Mad Mike,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Henry Cow,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
Lightning Bolt,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
Moebius,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
UT,
Peter & Gordon,
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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.