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 Palau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Model 500,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
Tres Demented,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Michelle Simonal,
the Soft Cell,
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stockholm Monsters,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
The Names,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Franke,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.