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 Sweden and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Warren Ellis,
Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Banda Bassotti,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Goldenarms,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Franke,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Al Stewart,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
Camberwell Now,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.