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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
New Order,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Average White Band,
Don Cherry,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joy Division,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
Ultravox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fall,
Flipper,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.