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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Icehouse,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joey Negro,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lindisfarne,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Faust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Main Source,
Ronan,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.