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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Ornette Coleman,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
Can,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
T. Rex,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
Brick,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
The Raincoats,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Flipper,
The Gun Club,
Siglo XX,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fuzztones,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.