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 Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Don Cherry to the rock 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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eve St. Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Can,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Nick Fraelich,
The Invisible,
Young Marble Giants,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
X-101,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cal Tjader,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Whodini,
John Foxx,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
The Dirtbombs,
Quantec,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soulsonic Force,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.