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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Wings,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deadbeat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
David Bowie,
cv313,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grauzone,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop,
Liliput,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Leonard Cohen,
MC5,
The Slackers,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
Morten Harket,
Heaven 17,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.