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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
D'Angelo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Swans,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Blake Baxter,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.