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 Cuba and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Niagra,
Harmonia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
The Associates,
The Flesh Eaters,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Tom Boy,
The Cure,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sparks,
Fat Boys,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.