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 Germany and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the dance 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Tom Boy,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
EPMD,
Dead Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
Godley & Creme,
Blake Baxter,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mission of Burma,
Arab on Radar,
Sound Behaviour,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
Sarah Menescal,
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Sheep,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.