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 Kazakhstan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Altered Images,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Negative Approach,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
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.