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 Bangladesh and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Almond to the techno 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Ludus,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Adolescents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Darondo,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ituana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bluetip,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mo-Dettes,
Ossler,
Scratch Acid,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Mission of Burma,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Monks,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Can,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.