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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Oneida,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
Grey Daturas,
The Misunderstood,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
Nirvana,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Bar-Kays,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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The Dirtbombs,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Hasil Adkins,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.