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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Houston and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
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Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angry Samoans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Iggy Pop,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Rosa Yemen,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
The Saints,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Popol Vuh,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
the Normal,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.