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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Names,
Deakin,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
The Young Rascals,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
The Dirtbombs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
Amazonics,
Technova,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
You don't know what you really want.
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.
You don't know what you really want.