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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron 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 synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
June of 44,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thee Headcoats,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
ABBA,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
The Kinks,
Pere Ubu,
Tommy Roe,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
H. Thieme,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Colin Newman,
Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.