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 Turkey and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Motions,
Barrington Levy,
Max Romeo,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Skarface,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
Marshall Jefferson,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Scrapy,
Wire,
Graham Central Station,
The Knickerbockers,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.