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 Hungary and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
China Crisis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Sound Behaviour,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Stereo Dub,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
Rod Modell,
New York Dolls,
CMW,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.
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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.