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 Cape Verde 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Star Department to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens 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 crunk 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 a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hardrive,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
The Associates,
Arab on Radar,
Franke,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
Dave Gahan,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
June Days,
Fela Kuti,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
Bauhaus,
Sex Pistols,
Masters at Work,
Zero Boys,
John Foxx,
The Zeros,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barrington Levy,
Suicide,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Public Enemy,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.