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 Malawi and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet 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 Harry Pussy to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Radiopuhelimet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
Barrington Levy,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Deakin,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Albert Ayler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.