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 Israel and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
World's Most,
The Fuzztones,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
X-101,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Sonic Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Pharoah Sanders,
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Swans,
The Gories,
Black Pus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lyres,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.