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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Index,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Eli Mardock,
Fluxion,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
John Cale,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Pantytec,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.