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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Ultravox to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joensuu 1685,
JFA,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Yazoo,
Alphaville,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Brick,
Fluxion,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Groovy Waters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.