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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Camouflage to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
Dave Gahan,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Yazoo,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alison Limerick,
8 Eyed Spy,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Selecter,
Ponytail,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
Newcleus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Nils Olav,
Q65,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Joensuu 1685,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Bush Tetras,
MC5,
the Association,
Avey Tare,
Archie Shepp,
Banda Bassotti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Leonard Cohen,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.