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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Roxette to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Motions,
Marmalade,
Lungfish,
Panda Bear,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fall,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
These Immortal Souls,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Bourne,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
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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.
You don't know what you really want.