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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scan 7,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ornette Coleman,
Rotary Connection,
Mandrill,
The Selecter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Royal Trux,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Magazine,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
The Dave Clark Five,
Whodini,
Nirvana,
The Index,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.