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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
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 sitar 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 Interpol to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Radiopuhelimet,
Motorama,
The Names,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sällskapet,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
The Busters,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
Eric Dolphy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minnie Riperton,
Groovy Waters,
The Fugs,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
June Days,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.