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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 F. McDonald to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
The Invisible,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Smog,
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The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Gabor Szabo,
Kerri Chandler,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
Archie Shepp,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
AZ,
Nas,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.