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 Paraguay and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
Zapp,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Stooges,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
Cybotron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Accadde A,
Hardrive,
Faraquet,
The Toasters,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Rufus Thomas,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
The Martian,
Infiniti,
Maurizio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
UT,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Qualms,
World's Most,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.