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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Patti Smith,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Bluetip,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yellowson,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
David Bowie,
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Sarah Menescal,
Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Fear,
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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.