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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Vogues to the disco 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Lynne,
Aswad,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Leonard Cohen,
Roger Hodgson,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Pussy Galore,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
Joey Negro,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Dark Day,
Lyres,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.