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 Eritrea and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Theoretical Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soulsonic Force,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
Banda Bassotti,
Ten City,
Neil Young,
The Neon Judgement,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Radio Birdman,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Make Up,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Cheater Slicks,
Wally Richardson,
LL Cool J,
Kerri Chandler,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.