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 Sierra Leone and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Cameo to the dance 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Heaven 17,
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wasted Youth,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alice Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
The Moleskins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
MDC,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.