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 Peru and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rhythm & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pulsallama,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
June Days,
Dennis Brown,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Eric B and Rakim,
Franke,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
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Soft Machine,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.