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 Djibouti and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
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 David Bowie 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 Moebius to the punk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
Freddie Wadling,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Symarip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Kaleidoscope,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
The Seeds,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Swell Maps,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Q and Not U,
T.S.O.L.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.