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 Bahamas and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Throbbing Gristle,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Stereo Dub,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
Aswad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Television Personalities,
ABBA,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
Rakim,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.