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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yellowson to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Index,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Audionom,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Gang Green,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Chrome,
World's Most,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Darondo,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
The Monks,
Eurythmics,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Deakin,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.