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 Mauritius 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Neil Young to the disco 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Cluster,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Quando Quango,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Zeros,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
New Order,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Mad Mike,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
Nico,
Amon Düül II,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Prince Buster,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Minnie Riperton,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
The Modern Lovers,
Motorama,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.