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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pierre Henry to the rock 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Moebius,
Aswad,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
David Bowie,
Skarface,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sugar Minott,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Connie Case,
Little Man,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.