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 Argentina and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Warsaw,
the Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Black Moon,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
Dual Sessions,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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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.
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.