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 Netherlands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
Barbara Tucker,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra,
Minny Pops,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Niagra,
Inner City,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Urselle,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Donny Hathaway,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.