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 the UAE and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Erasure,
JFA,
The Standells,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Siglo XX,
Symarip,
Kurtis Blow,
La Düsseldorf,
Monks,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
The Names,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Copeland,
The Saints,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
UT,
Radiopuhelimet,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Style,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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You don't know what you really want.
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