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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Swans,
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
The Moleskins,
The Birthday Party,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Rites of Spring,
John Foxx,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Nirvana,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
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the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.