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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bill Wells to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Dorothy Ashby,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Isaac Hayes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Amazonics,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Japan,
Fear,
The Associates,
Au Pairs,
Magma,
Sun Ra,
Darondo,
Monolake,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Gong,
Carl Craig,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
Marvin Gaye,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
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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.
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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.