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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Organ,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
World's Most,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Accadde A,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Cal Tjader,
The Standells,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Robert Görl,
Roy Ayers,
The Star Department,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.