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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Kayak,
X-102,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wings,
Slave,
Section 25,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Youth Brigade,
Shoche,
DNA,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rakim,
Crime,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.