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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Pantytec to the jazz 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
The Martian,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Joe Finger,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Wasted Youth,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Cecil Taylor,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Ten City,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
ABC,
The Real Kids,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Lungfish,
Alice Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.