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 Zambia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Yaz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radiohead,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Dead Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Dead C,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Metal Thangz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Organ,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Public Enemy,
The Fortunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Index,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.