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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Procol Harum,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Moss Icon,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Nas,
Sandy B,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
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.