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 Mauritania and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Aaron Thompson,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
Magma,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Urselle,
The Leaves,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.