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 Czech Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Slits,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Q65,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Althea and Donna,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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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.