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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül II,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Whodini,
The Mummies,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
The Index,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Pagans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Amazonics,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Anthony Braxton,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.