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 Fiji and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Isaac Hayes to the punk 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Jawbox,
Can,
The Remains,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Visage,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Tim Buckley,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Almond,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dirtbombs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Music Machine,
Godley & Creme,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Bad Manners,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.