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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Trojans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
Lalann,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fela Kuti,
The Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
The Fuzztones,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.