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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
Wally Richardson,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Erasure,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Alice Coltrane,
Barbara Tucker,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Wake,
This Heat,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Siglo XX,
Derrick Morgan,
Half Japanese,
James White and The Blacks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.