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 Gambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brick to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Organ,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Pus,
Barclay James Harvest,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Magma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
CMW,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Albert Ayler,
Urselle,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
Carl Craig,
Scan 7,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Sheep,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
E-Dancer,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.