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 Rwanda and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Blackbyrds 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Image Ltd.,
Circle Jerks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fugs,
a-ha,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
David McCallum,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Mars,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Eve St. Jones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gichy Dan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Mandrill,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
The Martian,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Soft Machine,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
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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.