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 Nepal and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Sherman,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
the Association,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Scratch Acid,
Franke,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
X-101,
Josef K,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Procol Harum,
the Sonics,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.