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 Nauru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blake Baxter,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Alison Limerick,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Mills,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Mars,
Bush Tetras,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
The Pretty Things,
Mark Hollis,
Fad Gadget,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Unwound,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.