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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Harmonia to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
This Heat,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Gong,
Tim Buckley,
Cybotron,
Eve St. Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
The Monochrome Set,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.