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 South Africa and from London.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thompson Twins to the techno 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Names,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Laurel Aitken,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
the Normal,
The Saints,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
the Swans,
PIL,
The Residents,
Prince Buster,
Charles Mingus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eli Mardock,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
cv313,
Throbbing Gristle,
L. Decosne,
Magazine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
Sound Behaviour,
Adolescents,
UT,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.