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 Finland and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the rock 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Essential Logic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Juan Atkins,
The Saints,
Kayak,
Desert Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Connie Case,
Alphaville,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
The Cure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
48th St. Collective,
Fear,
U.S. Maple,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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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.
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.