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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 June Days to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stiv Bators,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
X-Ray Spex,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dennis Brown,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
These Immortal Souls,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
Procol Harum,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Brick,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Half Japanese,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rotary Connection,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
The Vogues,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.