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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
The Velvet Underground,
Infiniti,
D'Angelo,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Icehouse,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül II,
Essential Logic,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.