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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Dave Gahan,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
X-101,
the Swans,
Angry Samoans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arcadia,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
The Pretty Things,
Glenn Branca,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Victims,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.