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 Finland and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Martian,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Nation of Ulysses,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Section 25,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Mr. Review,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
The Sonics,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
The Cure,
The Associates,
JFA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Popol Vuh,
Malaria!,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.