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 Tuvalu 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the rap 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Sun City Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Main Source,
The Misunderstood,
Idris Muhammad,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kayak,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.