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 Comoros and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Darondo,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Ituana,
Al Stewart,
Unwound,
Visage,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
Crime,
The Black Dice,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Charles Mingus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soulsonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Arcadia,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.