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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 David Axelrod to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Interpol,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
a-ha,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
Japan,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
the Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sandy B,
the Bar-Kays,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes,
Sugar Minott,
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.