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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Niagra to the rock 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Circle Jerks,
Arthur Verocai,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode,
The Raincoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
The Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Amazonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantaleimon,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Peter & Gordon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Outsiders,
Andrew Hill,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Teasers,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.