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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
Aswad,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mummies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris & Cosey,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Amon Düül II,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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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.