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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Agitation Free,
Harmonia,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Busters,
Scott Walker,
The Zeros,
cv313,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
Can,
Cybotron,
Prince Buster,
Q65,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
Ronnie Foster,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Fatback Band,
Amazonics,
Pagans,
The Associates,
Unwound,
Ten City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
The Human League,
Monks,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Barrington Levy,
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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.