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 Germany and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown 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 grime 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxette,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
JFA,
Kurtis Blow,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Aswad,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Sherman,
Moss Icon,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Deakin,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.