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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 JFA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q and Not U,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Animal Collective,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Bobby Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Index,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Royal Trux,
Man Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
UT,
Cameo,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.