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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Ken Boothe to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
D'Angelo,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
The Slits,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Rotary Connection,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Niagra,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Skriet,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.