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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
John Coltrane,
The Music Machine,
Juan Atkins,
the Normal,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Wings,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
the Sonics,
Altered Images,
The Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amazonics,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
the Swans,
Bobby Sherman,
June of 44,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick Morgan,
Maleditus Sound,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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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.