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 Samoa and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Arab on Radar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Magma,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Flipper,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
KRS-One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
JFA,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Warren Ellis,
ABC,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Echospace,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.