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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
The Star Department,
Morten Harket,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
R.M.O.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Supertramp,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Lucky Dragons,
Colin Newman,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Clear Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faust,
Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Agitation Free,
Ohio Players,
Jawbox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Wally Richardson,
Barrington Levy,
Icehouse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.