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 Mauritania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eden Ahbez to the punk 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chris & Cosey,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Von Mondo,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Qualms,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Almond,
Byron Stingily,
The Dirtbombs,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Japan,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
The Sonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
Bill Wells,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
PIL,
Clear Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.