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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minor Threat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
Skarface,
Quantec,
X-102,
Susan Cadogan,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Fat Boys,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alice Coltrane,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.