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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Trumans Water,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
Funkadelic,
Absolute Body Control,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
The J.B.'s,
Patti Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Nico,
the Germs,
Q and Not U,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
The Golliwogs,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Dual Sessions,
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.
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.