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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joe Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Lyres,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Section 25,
Excepter,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quantec,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
KRS-One,
Nik Kershaw,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.