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 Liberia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 KRS-One to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Deakin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sister Nancy,
Niagra,
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Green,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
Saccharine Trust,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
This Heat,
Charles Mingus,
The Remains,
Jeff Lynne,
Nik Kershaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Human League,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.