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 Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Raincoats,
June Days,
Skaos,
The Gun Club,
Bad Manners,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
MDC,
The Stooges,
D'Angelo,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Delta 5,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.