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 Cape Verde and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Green,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Sam Rivers,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lungfish,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Suburban Knight,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Carl Craig,
Terry Callier,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reagan Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crash Course in Science,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.