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 Dominican Republic 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Sonic Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Derrick May,
MDC,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Cymande,
Gichy Dan,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Agitation Free,
Simply Red,
Outsiders,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.