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 Tuvalu and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
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 rhodes 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Görl,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
MC5,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Robert Wyatt,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Saccharine Trust,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
Youth Brigade,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Siglo XX,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.