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 Lithuania and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lebanon Hanover to the disco 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
The Barracudas,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Shuggie Otis,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Average White Band,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Talk Talk,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.