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 Belgium and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Alison Limerick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
Sparks,
Soulsonic Force,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Pussy Galore,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Black Moon,
Cal Tjader,
Sandy B,
Steve Hackett,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minutemen,
The Motions,
Brick,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music,
Surgeon,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ken Boothe,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Aswad,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
the Swans,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.