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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the jazz 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Excepter,
Technova,
Dave Gahan,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Searchers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Marshall Jefferson,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.