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 Panama and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Skatalites,
The Index,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.