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 Mongolia and from New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 The Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Chrome,
Maurizio,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones,
The Young Rascals,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Kenny Larkin,
Silicon Teens,
Max Romeo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Flipper,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Ten City,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.