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 Jamaica 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Lou Reed 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 Young Marble Giants to the rock 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Quantec,
Mo-Dettes,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
Newcleus,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
Donny Hathaway,
Nirvana,
MDC,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
The Standells,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.