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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 arpeggiator 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mandrill,
Patti Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Chrome,
Marc Almond,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Kayak,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.