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 Brazil and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron 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 Negative Approach to the dance 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crime,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Minor Threat,
Inner City,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camberwell Now,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
The Moody Blues,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Last Poets,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Mills,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
The Cure,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Moebius,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.