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 Turkmenistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
Eden Ahbez,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Susan Cadogan,
Heaven 17,
Lungfish,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
The Fugs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blossom Toes,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Gang Green,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Neil Young,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Organ,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.