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 Bahrain and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Patti Smith,
Black Moon,
Gregory Isaacs,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Khruangbin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smoke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
Motorama,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Fugazi,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.