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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang of Four to the jazz 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
These Immortal Souls,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Black Dice,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
The Mojo Men,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Suburban Knight,
10cc,
Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Brand Nubian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sonics,
FM Einheit,
The Zeros,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
New York Dolls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Slave,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
PIL,
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.
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.