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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Excepter to the techno 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
ABBA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stetsasonic,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fear,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Hood,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.