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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Crooked Eye,
X-101,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Organ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terry Callier,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
MDC,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Golliwogs,
Tommy Roe,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Rundgren,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.