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 Andorra 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool Moe Dee to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Second Layer,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
The Index,
Lyres,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Marmalade,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
The Slits,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.