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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer 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 ABBA to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Ken Boothe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
Wings,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Half Japanese,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
B.T. Express,
Rotary Connection,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Bootsy Collins,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
KRS-One,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris Corsano,
Patti Smith,
Al Stewart,
The Neon Judgement,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
Blancmange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Hot Snakes,
Swans,
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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.