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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Crooked Eye,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grauzone,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Easy Going,
The Motions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Sixth Finger,
Shoche,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Pere Ubu,
The Smoke,
June Days,
Rod Modell,
Tres Demented,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Gang Green,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.