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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bluetip,
Tom Boy,
Lou Christie,
The Sound,
Brass Construction,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
Aural Exciters,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
The Toasters,
Q65,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Sound Behaviour,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Terry,
Mr. Review,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Sparks,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.