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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the jazz 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Association,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Parry Music,
Television Personalities,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
China Crisis,
the Normal,
The Modern Lovers,
Fear,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Malaria!,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
Clear Light,
Zapp,
The Divine Comedy,
Chrome,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Motorama,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Tears for Fears,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.