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 Albania and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
The Star Department,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Japan,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Fad Gadget,
Peter & Gordon,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Lungfish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Faust,
Pere Ubu,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amazonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Supertramp,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.