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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 R.M.O. to the disco 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultravox,
The Saints,
The Names,
John Coltrane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kurtis Blow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Davy DMX,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Minny Pops,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
The Durutti Column,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.