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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Harmonia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
The Barracudas,
Joey Negro,
The Golliwogs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gong,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Smog,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Oneida,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Robert Hood,
John Foxx,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Roxy Music,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.