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 Angola and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Negative Approach,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Real Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Dead Boys,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
U.S. Maple,
Warren Ellis,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.