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 Finland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Agent Orange 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bob Dylan,
Wings,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Public Image Ltd.,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Joy Division,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
L. Decosne,
Lucky Dragons,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soul II Soul,
Roger Hodgson,
Aaron Thompson,
Sparks,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Fraelich,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Hot Snakes,
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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.