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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
X-102,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stereo Dub,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Wells,
Television,
Lakeside,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Lower 48,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Davy DMX,
Banda Bassotti,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Groovy Waters,
Lucky Dragons,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.