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 Czech Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bob Dylan to the grunge 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Archie Shepp,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bush Tetras,
Neu!,
CMW,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
John Coltrane,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ash Ra Tempel,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Accadde A,
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
The Fall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.