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 Estonia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Radiohead,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rites of Spring,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Normal,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Godley & Creme,
The Gun Club,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Duran Duran,
Bluetip,
X-Ray Spex,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
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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.