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 South Africa and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Jawbox,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deepchord,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
June Days,
the Germs,
Excepter,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aaron Thompson,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.