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 Nauru and from Beijing.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 OOIOO to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Negative Approach,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Monks,
Organ,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ornette Coleman,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Black Flag,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.