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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Velvet Underground to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dead C,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marvin Gaye,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
John Holt,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
The Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
Eric Dolphy,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Susan Cadogan,
Chris Corsano,
John Cale,
Urselle,
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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.