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 Senegal 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
Blossom Toes,
Vainqueur,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Connie Case,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Gabor Szabo,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
Khruangbin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
One Last Wish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
Moby Grape,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.