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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
Technova,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
The Trojans,
Brothers Johnson,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Neu!,
Barry Ungar,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Yellowson,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spoonie Gee,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Monochrome Set,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.