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 Armenia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Gichy Dan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
The Zeros,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heaven 17,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Joey Negro,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gun Club,
X-101,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Gories,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.