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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Gong,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Stooges,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Toasters,
Graham Central Station,
The Gun Club,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Moon,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Janne Schatter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Duran Duran,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Bill Near,
The Saints,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
New Age Steppers,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.