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 Hungary and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
The American Breed,
Danielle Patucci,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fela Kuti,
Harmonia,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skarface,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
the Human League,
ABC,
Goldenarms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Young Marble Giants,
Duran Duran,
The Fire Engines,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.