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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
Easy Going,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Parry Music,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
R.M.O.,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Circle Jerks,
The Happenings,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Youth Brigade,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Roger Hodgson,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7,
Agent Orange,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
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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.