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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Essential Logic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quadrant,
Tropical Tobacco,
Animal Collective,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
KRS-One,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Chris Corsano,
Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Pagans,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
Danielle Patucci,
John Holt,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
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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.