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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Jimmy McGriff to the grunge 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Intrusion,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Morten Harket,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nils Olav,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
La Düsseldorf,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Circle Jerks,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.