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 Fiji and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Holger Czukay 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 Kinks to the rap 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sonny Sharrock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Andrew Hill,
Black Sheep,
The Buckinghams,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ten City,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Tres Demented,
X-102,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
Scan 7,
Nas,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
Lebanon Hanover,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.