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 Nauru and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Harry Pussy,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
The Evens,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
John Foxx,
Rotary Connection,
F. McDonald,
Youth Brigade,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Mars,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Magma,
Oneida,
Suburban Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
OOIOO,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faraquet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sarah Menescal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
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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.