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 Uganda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
ABC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Main Source,
Franke,
Television,
Cluster,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Near,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
The Names,
Hoover,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DNA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Marmalade,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scratch Acid,
Brick,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.