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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ludus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ken Boothe,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
Anakelly,
Public Enemy,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
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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.