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 Tuvalu and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Dark Day 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
The Five Americans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.