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 St Lucia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Clear Light to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Half Japanese,
The Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronnie Foster,
Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Steve Hackett,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Morten Harket,
Pole,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
OOIOO,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Iggy Pop,
Barrington Levy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dennis Brown,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gap Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Altered Images,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Au Pairs,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.