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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Juan Atkins to the rap 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
John Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Goldenarms,
Deadbeat,
Masters at Work,
Brand Nubian,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
the Slits,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
New York Dolls,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
U.S. Maple,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
June Days,
Rites of Spring,
Kenny Larkin,
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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.
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.