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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
The Moody Blues,
Swans,
June Days,
Boredoms,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
FM Einheit,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Bronski Beat,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.