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 Oman and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the 808 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Happenings,
Interpol,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kaleidoscope,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Johnny Clarke,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
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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.