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 Israel and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Porter Ricks,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cal Tjader,
Average White Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television,
Flipper,
Drive Like Jehu,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magma,
Desert Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monks,
Das Ding,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
New Order,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pierre Henry,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.