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 Peru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nils Olav to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Sister Nancy,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Make Up,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Warren Ellis,
Quantec,
Wolf Eyes,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Franke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Ronnie Foster,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Rites of Spring,
X-102,
the Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
The Litter,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Todd Terry,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Audionom,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.