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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nico to the crunk 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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fatback Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Judy Mowatt,
Ituana,
AZ,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.