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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Cymande,
Surgeon,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
The Mojo Men,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
The Move,
Ultimate Spinach,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.