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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pantytec to the punk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen 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 grunge 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Smog,
Peter & Gordon,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Talk Talk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gories,
Mo-Dettes,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Sherman,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
CMW,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.