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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Slave,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Toni Rubio,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
New Order,
the Normal,
KRS-One,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultravox,
E-Dancer,
Fugazi,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Real Kids,
David McCallum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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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.