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 Madagascar 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Icehouse 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Franke,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Oneida,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Organ,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Procol Harum,
Simply Red,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Bill Near,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Association,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Doobie Brothers,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.