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 Argentina and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris & Cosey,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Aloha Tigers,
Grey Daturas,
Hasil Adkins,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
Index,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Q65,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DNA,
The Index,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.