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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lyres to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Siglo XX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
The Kinks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Eurythmics,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Maleditus Sound,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Newcleus,
Warren Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
D'Angelo,
The Index,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Bootsy Collins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.