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 Germany and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Livin' Joy to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Goldenarms,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mo-Dettes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Cell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
The Red Krayola,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wings,
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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.