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 Brunei and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 MDC to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Guru Guru,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Suburban Knight,
a-ha,
Vainqueur,
Royal Trux,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Arcadia,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Wyatt,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
Prince Buster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Drexciya,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Mad Mike,
Don Cherry,
Au Pairs,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hoover,
Japan,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
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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.