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 Israel and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barbara Tucker,
Tres Demented,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Johnny Clarke,
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Lyres,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Flipper,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
Ornette Coleman,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.