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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Lungfish,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Organ,
Little Man,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Visage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Stiv Bators,
Charles Mingus,
The Evens,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Talk Talk,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Smog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.