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 Haiti and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lalo Schifrin to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DNA,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Isaac Hayes,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
Gichy Dan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Television,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Fad Gadget,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.