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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Victims to the grunge 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
Freddie Wadling,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Camouflage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Crime,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Angry Samoans,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.