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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fluxion,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Roxette,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Ponytail,
The Searchers,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
The Invisible,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Audionom,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
48th St. Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Agent Orange,
The Cowsills,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.