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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Judy Mowatt,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Dennis Brown,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rites of Spring,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Delta 5,
The Names,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
Scion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.