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 Iran and from Tehran.
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 Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 The Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Henry Cow,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Maurizio,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Index,
Don Cherry,
Al Stewart,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Alice Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
ABC,
Roy Ayers,
The Five Americans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Sun City Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.