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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Lower 48,
The Zeros,
the Normal,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
The Mojo Men,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
Black Moon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fear,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
Quadrant,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
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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.
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.