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 Tunisia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The Blues Magoos,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Wally Richardson,
Matthew Halsall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nirvana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Christie,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yazoo,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.