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 Argentina and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Ludus,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skriet,
cv313,
Quando Quango,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Average White Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Judy Mowatt,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.