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 Finland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric B and Rakim,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bluetip,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Barbara Tucker,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Ornette Coleman,
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You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.