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 Syria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Rod Modell to the grunge 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Pharoah Sanders,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Jeff Mills,
Jeff Lynne,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Stereo Dub,
Little Man,
Pole,
Flipper,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
L. Decosne,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monks,
Ossler,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.