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 Taiwan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Byron Stingily,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Wyatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
China Crisis,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monolake,
KRS-One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.