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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Morten Harket to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
John Holt,
Accadde A,
Mr. Review,
Trumans Water,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Association,
Ultravox,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
the Human League,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
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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.