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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
Joe Finger,
The Names,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Sandy B,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Black Bananas,
Smog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.