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 Bhutan and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scan 7,
June of 44,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Siglo XX,
Byron Stingily,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
Lindisfarne,
The Velvet Underground,
Jandek,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Warsaw,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.