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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tres Demented to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Vladislav Delay,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
Davy DMX,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
D'Angelo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ken Boothe,
Anthony Braxton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.