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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 K-Klass to the grime 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Eric Copeland,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
Ponytail,
Oblivians,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Pantaleimon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Evens,
Swans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.