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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fad Gadget 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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
Susan Cadogan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Underground Resistance,
In Retrospect,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.