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 Guinea-Bissau and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Oneida,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mandrill,
Rekid,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
ABC,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Prince Buster,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Half Japanese,
CMW,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
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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.
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.