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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
X-102,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wire,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
cv313,
The Gories,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Khruangbin,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Cal Tjader,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.