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 Vanuatu and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Connie Case,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
The Golliwogs,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wire,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
Joe Finger,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
Television,
The Smoke,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Delta 5,
Guru Guru,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.