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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ossler,
Roxette,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
Bobby Sherman,
K-Klass,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Easy Going,
The Black Dice,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.