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 Tanzania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Dark Day,
The Velvet Underground,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Essential Logic,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
KRS-One,
Minnie Riperton,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aural Exciters,
Jacob Miller,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Parry Music,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
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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.