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 Korea North and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Altered Images,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fugs,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
The United States of America,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crime,
David McCallum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Unwound,
Icehouse,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Can,
Marc Almond,
The Sonics,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Josef K,
The Dirtbombs,
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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.