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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Lightning Bolt to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Al Stewart,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Moody Blues,
The Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Motorama,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
Franke,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Tim Buckley,
L. Decosne,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.