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 Congo and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fuzztones to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fuzztones,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
The Kinks,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Raincoats,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smoke,
The Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
the Normal,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
China Crisis,
Grauzone,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.