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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hoover to the dance 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Crooked Eye,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Rekid,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
New Age Steppers,
Aural Exciters,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
Mars,
Fluxion,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barrington Levy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Parry Music,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
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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.