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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agitation Free to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Freddie Wadling,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Magma,
Jawbox,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
The Beau Brummels,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Sparks,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Y Pants,
Heaven 17,
R.M.O.,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Lou Reed,
Man Parrish,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Crash Course in Science,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deadbeat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Stooges,
the Association,
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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.