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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barry Ungar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ituana,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Seeds,
MDC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
David Axelrod,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.