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 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Magazine 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Stooges,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Silicon Teens,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Pierre Henry,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
The Martian,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Can,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
F. McDonald,
Scan 7,
Yazoo,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Porter Ricks,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
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.