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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 güiro 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
Slave,
Severed Heads,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kas Product,
Little Man,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Blake Baxter,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Television,
Anakelly,
The Martian,
Rod Modell,
Pere Ubu,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Nick Fraelich,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.