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 Azerbaijan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Magazine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
B.T. Express,
The Standells,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
Piero Umiliani,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Talk Talk,
Gerry Rafferty,
A Certain Ratio,
Camberwell Now,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Hill,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Johnny Clarke,
OOIOO,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.