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 Grenada and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wire 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Minny Pops,
Agent Orange,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Mad Mike,
Lindisfarne,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
10cc,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crash Course in Science,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
Flamin' Groovies,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.