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 Seychelles and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Slackers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Michelle Simonal,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Swans,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eurythmics,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
The Wake,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Juan Atkins,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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