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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 The Pretty Things to the jazz 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Maurizio,
Fear,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Severed Heads,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Martian,
48th St. Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Godley & Creme,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Peter & Gordon,
Aswad,
Derrick Morgan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Toasters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Standells,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Green,
Fluxion,
Charles Mingus,
The Human League,
The Doors,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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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.