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 Morocco and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül II to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Real Kids,
The Neon Judgement,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
These Immortal Souls,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Hot Snakes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Panda Bear,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacob Miller,
Slick Rick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.