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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Patti Smith to the crunk 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Steve Hackett,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Zero Boys,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Joey Negro,
Yusef Lateef,
Alice Coltrane,
The Martian,
Second Layer,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quadrant,
The Tremeloes,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Cybotron,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Bill Near,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.