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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 Khruangbin to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Crime,
Matthew Bourne,
Television,
The Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Joey Negro,
Bob Dylan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Wire,
the Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Rites of Spring,
Radiopuhelimet,
Darondo,
Lakeside,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.