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 Bahrain and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Groovy Waters,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Tomorrow,
Nils Olav,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül II,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
MDC,
Flipper,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Moon,
The Associates,
Pylon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Arthur Verocai,
Ituana,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yusef Lateef,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.