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 Andorra and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drexciya to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Smog,
KRS-One,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The J.B.'s,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Technova,
Albert Ayler,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Bluetip,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Cymande,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
AZ,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
the Normal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.