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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 the Association to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Monolake,
UT,
Easy Going,
Guru Guru,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
This Heat,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
Joe Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Pantytec,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Country Teasers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.