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 Palau and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the jazz 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Near,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Mars,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Gong,
Gichy Dan,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moody Blues,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Sneak,
Quantec,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Maurizio,
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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.