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 Laos and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 This Heat 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Smog,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Walker Brothers,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
Pylon,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
Little Man,
Eden Ahbez,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Whodini,
The Neon Judgement,
The Buckinghams,
The Beau Brummels,
Bang On A Can,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
AZ,
The Dead C,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.