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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Chrome to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Freddie Wadling,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Vogues,
Unrelated Segments,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Ohio Players,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Index,
The Move,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Stereo Dub,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hot Snakes,
The Buckinghams,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalann,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Ken Boothe,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.