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 Libya and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Outsiders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lyres,
Second Layer,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
This Heat,
Don Cherry,
Donald Byrd,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
New Order,
Bronski Beat,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.