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 Singapore and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
DJ Sneak,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ossler,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Mission of Burma,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
The Offenders,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Five Americans,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Black Pus,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.