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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Fluxion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tears for Fears,
Cal Tjader,
Suburban Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Eve St. Jones,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Donald Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
The Busters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Lou Christie,
Mission of Burma,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Fad Gadget,
The Trojans,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.