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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Slave,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Lindisfarne,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerri Chandler,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Remains,
Masters at Work,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television Personalities,
Erasure,
Smog,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gap Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
The Black Dice,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
The Human League,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.