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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Dead C to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Porter Ricks,
Black Flag,
Thompson Twins,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
kango's stein massive,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Blancmange,
The Moody Blues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lyres,
Cameo,
The Cowsills,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Outsiders,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.