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 Namibia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bob Dylan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quantec,
The Doobie Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lakeside,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
B.T. Express,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Porter Ricks,
One Last Wish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Scott Walker,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Dave Gahan,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Brick,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.