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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Motorama,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Scrapy,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Barclay James Harvest,
Graham Central Station,
Alphaville,
Dennis Brown,
Tomorrow,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.