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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Wire to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Brick,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Anakelly,
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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.