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 Slovakia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
John Foxx,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Talk Talk,
Monks,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Graham Central Station,
Rakim,
This Heat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Aural Exciters,
These Immortal Souls,
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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.