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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Stetsasonic to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Godley & Creme,
Albert Ayler,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
UT,
Radiohead,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Nico,
Roger Hodgson,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
Kerri Chandler,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
OOIOO,
Ten City,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Hood,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.