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 Cyprus and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 ABC to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Vogues,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Black Bananas,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Residents,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
AZ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.