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 Uruguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the jazz 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
The Red Krayola,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Cheater Slicks,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
The Young Rascals,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Mr. Review,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythm & Sound,
KRS-One,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Martian,
Cameo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.