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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
Joensuu 1685,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oblivians,
Eric Copeland,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Ultravox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Marine Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
The Doobie Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Essential Logic,
Dual Sessions,
Massinfluence,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.