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 Estonia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
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 snare 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 Niagra to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Names,
Bang On A Can,
Second Layer,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
Agitation Free,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare,
Talk Talk,
Joy Division,
Organ,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Popol Vuh,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camberwell Now,
Tim Buckley,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.
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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.