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 Cameroon 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sparks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
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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.