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 Ireland and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Ten City to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oneida,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
The Raincoats,
Pylon,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Gories,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
UT,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.