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 Japan and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Searchers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Nils Olav,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
The Stooges,
Lungfish,
Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Q65,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brick,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arthur Verocai,
Dennis Brown,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.