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 Argentina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Country Teasers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Colin Newman,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Gang of Four,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Can,
Blancmange,
Leonard Cohen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Excepter,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Howard Jones,
Reagan Youth,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
Vainqueur,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Swans,
Shuggie Otis,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.