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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Main Source,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
The Red Krayola,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Grass Roots,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Patti Smith,
Stetsasonic,
Motorama,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Man Parrish,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Khruangbin,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siglo XX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Zero Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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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.