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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Black Sheep,
Nico,
The Black Dice,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kayak,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Patti Smith,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Near,
Model 500,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Erykah Badu,
The Human League,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
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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.
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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.