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 Serbia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Godley & Creme to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Chris & Cosey,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Radiohead,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Public Enemy,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
Ludus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gun Club,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.