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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Bootsy Collins,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
The Stooges,
The Flesh Eaters,
Donny Hathaway,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
The Associates,
Model 500,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Lalann,
Lebanon Hanover,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.