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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Au Pairs,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
Hardrive,
Lou Christie,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
Hoover,
Mars,
Pagans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ken Boothe,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.