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 Brunei and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Michael McDonald 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 Niagra to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Inner City,
The Cowsills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Sister Nancy,
Anakelly,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
The Saints,
Fear,
Scan 7,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suicide,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Normal,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.