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 Israel and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Lakeside to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Newcleus,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Rotary Connection,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mission of Burma,
Yazoo,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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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.