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 Iceland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
The Kinks,
Magma,
PIL,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Swans,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gories,
Darondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Faraquet,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Crime,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
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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.