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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Japan,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
PIL,
Arcadia,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Gong,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Quantec,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
The Offenders,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
Soft Cell,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
The Raincoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
ABBA,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Nas,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Cybotron,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Joyce Sims,
Visage,
Make Up,
Con Funk Shun,
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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.