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 Dominican Republic and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roxette to the funk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantaleimon,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Whodini,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang On A Can,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Roxette,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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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.