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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Spoonie Gee,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Brick,
Cymande,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
DJ Style,
Guru Guru,
UT,
Tom Boy,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Howard Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
Goldenarms,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Ice-T,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Al Stewart,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.