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 Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Holt to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
China Crisis,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Zapp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marine Girls,
Monks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
The Residents,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Alphaville,
The Index,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Howard Jones,
Procol Harum,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
The Searchers,
Goldenarms,
Blake Baxter,
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Silicon Teens,
Basic Channel,
Gichy Dan,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.