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 Cambodia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Fad Gadget,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Eddi Front,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Massinfluence,
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Henry Cow,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
John Holt,
Fat Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
The Pop Group,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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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.