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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ronan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Grass Roots,
The Names,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Velvet Underground,
ABBA,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.