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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sparks,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hashim,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Harmonia,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Visage,
Model 500,
the Association,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Minor Threat,
The Slackers,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.