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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lou Christie to the crunk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Smog,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles,
Trumans Water,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
The Saints,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gories,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
Sound Behaviour,
F. McDonald,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Second Layer,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
Youth Brigade,
Niagra,
The Raincoats,
Fear,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.