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 Malaysia and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Janne Schatter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Essential Logic,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Victims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Siglo XX,
Howard Jones,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Mantronix,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
R.M.O.,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.