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 Pakistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
The Slits,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quando Quango,
The Residents,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Zapp,
Reagan Youth,
Whodini,
Boz Scaggs,
Symarip,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dead C,
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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.