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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Model 500,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Ituana,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Ice-T,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Slave,
Toni Rubio,
Khruangbin,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
Tommy Roe,
Avey Tare,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
DNA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cal Tjader,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.