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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alton Ellis,
The Divine Comedy,
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
New Order,
Cymande,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Technova,
Interpol,
Livin' Joy,
Main Source,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.