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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Scientists,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Television,
The Remains,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Chrome,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doobie Brothers,
China Crisis,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Rod Modell,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.