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 Honduras 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Cowsills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Walker Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Womack,
Urselle,
Bobby Byrd,
T.S.O.L.,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
DNA,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Babytalk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
CMW,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Excepter,
Black Bananas,
Barbara Tucker,
The J.B.'s,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Janne Schatter,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.