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 Grenada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Selecter to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fortunes,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Pylon,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Blossom Toes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
The Buckinghams,
Sugar Minott,
Brothers Johnson,
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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.