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 Antigua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Khruangbin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Lalann,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
The Monochrome Set,
Boogie Down Productions,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
Cluster,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Walker Brothers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.