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 Gabon 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Chrome,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
Barry Ungar,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-101,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Zeros,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.