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 Manchester.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Cure 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
Moby Grape,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Judy Mowatt,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
EPMD,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
KRS-One,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Shuggie Otis,
Camouflage,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pop Group,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Davy DMX,
Flash Fearless,
Sugar Minott,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Q65,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.