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 Tanzania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Outsiders,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Brass Construction,
Porter Ricks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Section 25,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris & Cosey,
The Associates,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Leaves,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Monolake,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smoke,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.