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 Fiji and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Schoolly D,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
F. McDonald,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Yaz,
Crime,
Susan Cadogan,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Misunderstood,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Pere Ubu,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Robert Wyatt,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.