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 Maldives and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 John Cale to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
Von Mondo,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
Cybotron,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
The Standells,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
PIL,
The Smiths,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
CMW,
Black Sheep,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Underground Resistance,
Bob Dylan,
Marine Girls,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
the Association,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.