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 Korea South and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Moss Icon,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Can,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ornette Coleman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Associates,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Standells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.