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 Israel and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deepchord,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
Toni Rubio,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Maurizio,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Nick Fraelich,
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Average White Band,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Holt,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.