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 Oman and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
The Vogues,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.