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 Eritrea and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Eddi Front,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Livin' Joy,
Saccharine Trust,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skarface,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Nick Fraelich,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
The Invisible,
Henry Cow,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.