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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
UT,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Joey Negro,
Gang Green,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
The Misunderstood,
Porter Ricks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
The Dead C,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
Joyce Sims,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Whodini,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
U.S. Maple,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
Mission of Burma,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.