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 Mali and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sonics,
Morten Harket,
Yaz,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
These Immortal Souls,
Skaos,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Brass Construction,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
The Smoke,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
The Associates,
R.M.O.,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gap Band,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.