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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
The Neon Judgement,
Wasted Youth,
Flipper,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
The Moody Blues,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Average White Band,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hardrive,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
MDC,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Oblivians,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.