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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Clear Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Pierre Henry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Enemy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
UT,
Moebius,
Niagra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Alton Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Near,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rufus Thomas,
D'Angelo,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
10cc,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
The Kinks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
Can,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.