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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Duran Duran,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.