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 South Africa and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Audionom,
The Tremeloes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gladiators,
Pylon,
cv313,
Maleditus Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Half Japanese,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Reuben Wilson,
Neil Young,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Grey Daturas,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
China Crisis,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marine Girls,
Vainqueur,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Model 500,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.