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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Goldenarms,
David Bowie,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Index,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
The Doobie Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Junior Murvin,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.