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 Canada and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Boredoms,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
The Fall,
Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Christie,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gories,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Starr,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.