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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet 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 Black Bananas to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-101,
Section 25,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Graham Central Station,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Todd Terry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cramps,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Juan Atkins,
Siglo XX,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sam Rivers,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Magma,
Harmonia,
Model 500,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
The Neon Judgement,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.