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 Angola and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kango’s Stein Massive 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
OOIOO,
Bauhaus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Desert Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
The Skatalites,
Unwound,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marvin Gaye,
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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.
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.