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 Uruguay and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Jerry's Kids,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Accadde A,
Japan,
Kayak,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
Suburban Knight,
Visage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz,
Brothers Johnson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.