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 Senegal and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Cal Tjader,
Man Parrish,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Birthday Party,
Qualms,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Ronan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
Mantronix,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
Eric Copeland,
H. Thieme,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.