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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Easy Going to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aloha Tigers,
Alice Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Mark Hollis,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Starr,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Yaz,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Sam Rivers,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.