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 Guyana and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Skriet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chrome,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
The Sound,
World's Most,
Magazine,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Trumans Water,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funkadelic,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
John Coltrane,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Theoretical Girls,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Make Up,
Eric Dolphy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.