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 Samoa 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Traffic Nightmare to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Skarface,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aswad,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
David Bowie,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Sarah Menescal,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
The Pretty Things,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Sixth Finger,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
10cc,
Donald Byrd,
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.
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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.