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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlback 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Franke,
Rufus Thomas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Wake,
Don Cherry,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
X-102,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Index,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Minutemen,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
The Names,
The Smoke,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.