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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
But I was there.
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I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Henry Cow to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Dawn Penn,
Magma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Anthony Braxton,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
Fear,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Subhumans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
KRS-One,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
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Fatback Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Talk Talk,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.