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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Ituana,
The Remains,
Matthew Halsall,
Groovy Waters,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Los Fastidios,
Con Funk Shun,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Residents,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
Godley & Creme,
Pantaleimon,
Harmonia,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.