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 Oman and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Robert Görl,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Wasted Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Trumans Water,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
The Star Department,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rites of Spring,
Donny Hathaway,
Schoolly D,
Carl Craig,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
Reagan Youth,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.