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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
ABBA,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Negative Approach,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mars,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sandy B,
Can,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Scion,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
UT,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Duran Duran,
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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.