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 Honduras and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 New Order to the dance 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Con Funk Shun,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
World's Most,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Minutemen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
Colin Newman,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Massinfluence,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.
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.