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 Cuba and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the jazz 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Arcadia,
Ronan,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Monks,
Lou Christie,
Scan 7,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Matthew Halsall,
Rufus Thomas,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
CMW,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.