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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 The Cure to the rock 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
The Litter,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Sherman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Germs,
One Last Wish,
Janne Schatter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grauzone,
Fear,
The Associates,
Audionom,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Minnie Riperton,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.