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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eddi Front,
The Invisible,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Pagans,
Archie Shepp,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camberwell Now,
Scientists,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
The Count Five,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Black Bananas,
Gang Starr,
Grey Daturas,
Model 500,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.