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 Turkey and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Roger Hodgson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Harmonia,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pop Group,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Barclay James Harvest,
Altered Images,
John Holt,
the Germs,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Intrusion,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alphaville,
Ponytail,
Index,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Sneak,
This Heat,
Man Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
Babytalk,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Minor Threat,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.