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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the funk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
The Monks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fall,
Inner City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
Royal Trux,
Black Flag,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz,
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
June Days,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Jacob Miller,
Ossler,
Don Cherry,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nas,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
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.