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 Zambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Derrick Morgan,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
The Evens,
Ossler,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Adolescents,
8 Eyed Spy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Saccharine Trust,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.