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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smoke,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
Sugar Minott,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Procol Harum,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.