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 Rwanda and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Red Krayola to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Michelle Simonal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
L. Decosne,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
The Fall,
Sister Nancy,
Faust,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Technova,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Underground Resistance,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.