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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
X-Ray Spex,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
The Monks,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
LL Cool J,
Unwound,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
PIL,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
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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.