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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doobie Brothers to the jazz 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Görl record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Ten City,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Mars,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Smog,
The Black Dice,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül II,
Bob Dylan,
Terry Callier,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Rotary Connection,
The Smoke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q65,
Johnny Osbourne,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Yaz,
Anthony Braxton,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.