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 Libya and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 Lower 48 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Model 500,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
The Real Kids,
Easy Going,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Interpol,
The Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Franke,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Shuggie Otis,
Henry Cow,
Moss Icon,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Scan 7,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Halsall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.