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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Barracudas to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brothers Johnson,
Masters at Work,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Doors,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Theoretical Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Lungfish,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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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.