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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Toni Rubio,
The Blackbyrds,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Y Pants,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
cv313,
Radio Birdman,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.