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 Slovenia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Adolescents to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Theoretical Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
cv313,
Sister Nancy,
Carl Craig,
Technova,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Freddie Wadling,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
KRS-One,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DNA,
Dark Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.