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 Kosovo and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
Tomorrow,
Gang Green,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Pere Ubu,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Invisible,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Make Up,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Raincoats,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.