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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deadbeat to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The Blackbyrds,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
The Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brick,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
L. Decosne,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Pussy Galore,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.