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 Colombia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Vladislav Delay,
Pulsallama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
Das Ding,
The Modern Lovers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brothers Johnson,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Sexual Harrassment,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Oneida,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Vogues,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.