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 United Kingdom and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
The Smiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Drexciya,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Lou Christie,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Fad Gadget,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Nirvana,
Nick Fraelich,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.