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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Organ,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
U.S. Maple,
Sun Ra,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Dual Sessions,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Alison Limerick,
Bluetip,
The Happenings,
Joe Finger,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Dawn Penn,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Main Source,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.