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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Blossom Toes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agent Orange,
The Gories,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
The Fuzztones,
Mars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Mandrill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ponytail,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Yaz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Echospace,
Monolake,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Bourne,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Charles Mingus,
The Slackers,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
The Move,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The New Christs,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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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.