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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gastr Del Sol to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
The Victims,
Suicide,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
X-102,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grey Daturas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wire,
Barry Ungar,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
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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.