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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Delta 5,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Velvet Underground,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fortunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
Country Teasers,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
Babytalk,
10cc,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.