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 Bahamas and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The Residents,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Fad Gadget,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
cv313,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Ponytail,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.