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 South Africa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar 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 Roger Hodgson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Yaz,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Sixth Finger,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Gong,
The Durutti Column,
Parry Music,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
The Cure,
The Selecter,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.