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 Canada and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Lou Reed to the electroclash 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Little Man,
The Fugs,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Josef K,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Bobby Womack,
New York Dolls,
Television Personalities,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fortunes,
Albert Ayler,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Cymande,
Alphaville,
Trumans Water,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.