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 Mauritius and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Pantytec,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wings,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Bluetip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
R.M.O.,
Kayak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monks,
Deepchord,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Marcia Griffiths,
Don Cherry,
The Happenings,
Guru Guru,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Iggy Pop,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.