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 Portugal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
Second Layer,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
T. Rex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
FM Einheit,
The Remains,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.