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 Laos and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Blossom Toes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Prunes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.