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 Finland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Barrington Levy to the jazz 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Cameo,
Pussy Galore,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Janne Schatter,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
This Heat,
June Days,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Model 500,
Grauzone,
Alison Limerick,
T. Rex,
The Gories,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Near,
Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Mars,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soulsonic Force,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Eve St. Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.