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 Togo and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Smog,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Funky Four + One,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
10cc,
Television,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
David Bowie,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Isaac Hayes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
a-ha,
The Doors,
Yazoo,
Moby Grape,
The Mummies,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.