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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Eve St. Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
The Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Zeros,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Shoche,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Ponytail,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Starr,
Anakelly,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash,
Make Up,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Slave,
JFA,
Technova,
Pylon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.