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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
The Buckinghams,
Excepter,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Coltrane,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Gong,
Oneida,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
June of 44,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Grauzone,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
T. Rex,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.