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 Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Q65,
Susan Cadogan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
Procol Harum,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Organ,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.