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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Max Romeo to the electroclash 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Symarip,
The Seeds,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arthur Verocai,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
Audionom,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Black Flag,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
Section 25,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Crispian St. Peters,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
8 Eyed Spy,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Unrelated Segments,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.