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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Khruangbin to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
48th St. Collective,
Skriet,
June Days,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Chrome,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Bang On A Can,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
The Skatalites,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds,
JFA,
Saccharine Trust,
Angry Samoans,
Reagan Youth,
The Raincoats,
Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.