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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Selecter,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Spandau Ballet,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
Toni Rubio,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
EPMD,
Archie Shepp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Inner City,
Motorama,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harry Pussy,
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Zero Boys,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.