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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Television,
Gil Scott Heron,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
The Birthday Party,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
The Skatalites,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Blake Baxter,
Isaac Hayes,
John Foxx,
Saccharine Trust,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.