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 Ireland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Panda Bear,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Josef K,
Organ,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
Scion,
Alphaville,
Kayak,
cv313,
Yazoo,
kango's stein massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.