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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Black Dice,
Moss Icon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fatback Band,
Y Pants,
Kas Product,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
These Immortal Souls,
The Divine Comedy,
Excepter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Yazoo,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
the Bar-Kays,
Lee Hazlewood,
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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.