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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 John Coltrane to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Das Ding,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Ten City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kaleidoscope,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
The Walker Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Jeff Mills,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.