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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
Half Japanese,
Camouflage,
Ten City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
kango's stein massive,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skriet,
the Association,
Scott Walker,
Robert Hood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.