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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav 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 funk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Joyce Sims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
Country Teasers,
The Offenders,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Robert Wyatt,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
The Dirtbombs,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Q and Not U,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
EPMD,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.