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 Japan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
The Move,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Count Five,
The Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
FM Einheit,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
the Germs,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
kango's stein massive,
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
These Immortal Souls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
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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.