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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Starr,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Iggy Pop,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
China Crisis,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Flash Fearless,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pierre Henry,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
Maleditus Sound,
Lyres,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.