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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Ituana to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Happenings,
Michelle Simonal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
T. Rex,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Style,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.