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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Spandau Ballet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Monks,
Khruangbin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Isaac Hayes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bluetip,
Television,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
FM Einheit,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Quadrant,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.