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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 10cc to the rock 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Skriet,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Adolescents,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Count Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Visage,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.