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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Robert Görl to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Starr,
Steve Hackett,
Fat Boys,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Kurtis Blow,
The Slackers,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Janne Schatter,
Lindisfarne,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Peter and Kerry,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.