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 Dominican Republic and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the grunge 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zapp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
48th St. Collective,
The Stooges,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Terry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy Collins,
Moby Grape,
Harpers Bizarre,
Donald Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Youth Brigade,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.