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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gap Band,
Lou Christie,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Fat Boys,
the Swans,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
UT,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mummies,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.