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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Smoke to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Groovy Waters,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter & Gordon,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
The Standells,
Fear,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Can,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Josef K,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.