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 Micronesia and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the jazz 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cluster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Sight & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Second Layer,
FM Einheit,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
E-Dancer,
The American Breed,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pylon,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Kurtis Blow,
Kas Product,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
Livin' Joy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Fall,
Bang On A Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.