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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the rap 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Essential Logic,
The Searchers,
ABBA,
The Wake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Banda Bassotti,
Stereo Dub,
CMW,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Axelrod,
Connie Case,
Deakin,
Bauhaus,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marvin Gaye,
Bob Dylan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chrome,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Slick Rick,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Cluster,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.