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 Croatia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Dirtbombs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
10cc,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
T. Rex,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rufus Thomas,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Real Kids,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Brothers Johnson,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
New Order,
Fela Kuti,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.