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 Barbados 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Monolake,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gories,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Bauhaus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Little Man,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pulsallama,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.