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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
Depeche Mode,
The Litter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
Kaleidoscope,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
These Immortal Souls,
The Techniques,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Echospace,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
ABC,
Kenny Larkin,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.