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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fad Gadget to the rap 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Al Stewart,
Nirvana,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kaleidoscope,
Mark Hollis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
the Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
Agitation Free,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.