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 Palau and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Reuben Wilson,
John Coltrane,
Technova,
Sight & Sound,
Babytalk,
Alice Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Essential Logic,
Gong,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Inner City,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Pole,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Fear,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Carl Craig,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Image Ltd.,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Theoretical Girls,
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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.