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 Portugal and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Janne Schatter to the grunge 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Marc Almond,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Wings,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
The Slits,
Scion,
ABC,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Swans,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
The Mojo Men,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Funky Four + One,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stereo Dub,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.