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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Stiv Bators,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Teasers,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Leonard Cohen,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ludus,
The Techniques,
The Names,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Wally Richardson,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
UT,
Boogie Down Productions,
Andrew Hill,
Malaria!,
Pussy Galore,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.