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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
The Offenders,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Carl Craig,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Index,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
Agitation Free,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
CMW,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
The Blues Magoos,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Easy Going,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.