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 Afghanistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nils Olav to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Unwound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
The Tremeloes,
John Holt,
The Smiths,
Nik Kershaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Young Marble Giants,
The Remains,
Desert Stars,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
The Velvet Underground,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Duran Duran,
Visage,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Eve St. Jones,
Roy Ayers,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Soul Sonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Radio Birdman,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Fugazi,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Barclay James Harvest,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Liliput,
Jerry's Kids,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.