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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the crunk 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
The Pretty Things,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Moby Grape,
Audionom,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Gregory Isaacs,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Marine Girls,
Chrome,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
China Crisis,
Slave,
Symarip,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
Anakelly,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.