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 United Kingdom and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
David McCallum,
Mark Hollis,
Aloha Tigers,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Soulsonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
The Martian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sex Pistols,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Names,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Lungfish,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Sun City Girls,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.