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 Japan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba 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 Crash Course in Science to the dance 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Isaac Hayes,
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
D'Angelo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Joe Finger,
Von Mondo,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
MDC,
Television,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Sheep,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
Infiniti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
R.M.O.,
Steve Hackett,
The Martian,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
Adolescents,
Roxy Music,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Misunderstood,
Iggy Pop,
Marc Almond,
Cymande,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.