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 Angola and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
These Immortal Souls,
The Invisible,
Idris Muhammad,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Aloha Tigers,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Mr. Review,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fuzztones,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Ossler,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Absolute Body Control,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.