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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Subhumans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siglo XX,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Soft Machine,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
The Smiths,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.