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 Korea North and from London.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
Eric Copeland,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Sparks,
Joe Smooth,
Minutemen,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pylon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kayak,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Swans,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.