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 Barbados and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Fela Kuti,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Fluxion,
Ponytail,
Vladislav Delay,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Swell Maps,
Juan Atkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Donald Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alison Limerick,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Parry Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.