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 Kuwait and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
Negative Approach,
Alton Ellis,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy Collins,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
Gong,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donny Hathaway,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Matthew Halsall,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.