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 Peru and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 The Misunderstood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Dark Day,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Fear,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
kango's stein massive,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Starr,
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Pantytec,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.