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 Greece and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 David Bowie 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Bauhaus,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Thompson Twins,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Zero Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Clear Light,
The Buckinghams,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
Maleditus Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Altered Images,
The Young Rascals,
Model 500,
Blossom Toes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Section 25,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.