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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Mars,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Slave,
Q65,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faraquet,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang of Four,
Silicon Teens,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
The Evens,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scion,
Excepter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
The Red Krayola,
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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.