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 Andorra and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Barrington Levy,
David Axelrod,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Japan,
World's Most,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
cv313,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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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.