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 Netherlands and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grunge 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Donny Hathaway,
The Walker Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Toni Rubio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
LL Cool J,
Jawbox,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Cymande,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.