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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
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 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 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 Gang of Four to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Babytalk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Ossler,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Can,
Byron Stingily,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Toni Rubio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Skriet,
The Fall,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.