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 Uzbekistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Smoke,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Godley & Creme,
Guru Guru,
Ultravox,
Fad Gadget,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Litter,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.