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 Oman and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Average White Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
F. McDonald,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bad Manners,
Agitation Free,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
The Doors,
Saccharine Trust,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gladiators,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
The Stooges,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.