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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Birthday Party,
Sam Rivers,
Roger Hodgson,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Mr. Review,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Moby Grape,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
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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.