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 Iraq and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Donny Hathaway,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
Japan,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Warren Ellis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
L. Decosne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Alphaville,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blake Baxter,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.