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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the jazz 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Television Personalities,
Pagans,
Alice Coltrane,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Eurythmics,
The Associates,
Scrapy,
Kaleidoscope,
Aaron Thompson,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Gang Starr,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Crooked Eye,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Ronan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.