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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 The Count Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Massinfluence,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Sound Behaviour,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Trojans,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q65,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
Fear,
Robert Görl,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.