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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Joe Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The New Christs,
UT,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Buckinghams,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
The Searchers,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.