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 Dominica and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Whodini,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Metal Thangz,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Grey Daturas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Crooked Eye,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
Youth Brigade,
Radiohead,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
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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.