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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Josef K,
Zero Boys,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
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Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Scientists,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Grass Roots,
F. McDonald,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
The Busters,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Bauhaus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.