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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Idris Muhammad to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Aural Exciters,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
The Litter,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Agent Orange,
the Human League,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dave Gahan,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
Wire,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
Nirvana,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Wake,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
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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.
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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.