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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
the Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boredoms,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Blues Magoos,
Y Pants,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Visage,
Jeff Lynne,
Faraquet,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scrapy,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
Siglo XX,
Ronnie Foster,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Moby Grape,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
Laurel Aitken,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nirvana,
Duran Duran,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Lungfish,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.