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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kayak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hot Snakes,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wasted Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New Age Steppers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
cv313,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.