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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sällskapet 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Rites of Spring,
Duran Duran,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Public Enemy,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.