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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
John Lydon,
Sound Behaviour,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Real Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Matthew Bourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Eurythmics,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
AZ,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Zeros,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.