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 Malawi and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Desert Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Echospace,
Soul II Soul,
Patti Smith,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Radio Birdman,
Accadde A,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gong,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Barrington Levy,
The Blackbyrds,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.