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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Sister Nancy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Judy Mowatt,
Tomorrow,
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Tim Buckley,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.