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 Croatia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
Babytalk,
Maleditus Sound,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
Ponytail,
Magma,
PIL,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deadbeat,
Todd Rundgren,
Tres Demented,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
B.T. Express,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hashim,
10cc,
Camouflage,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.