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 Israel and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Barbara Tucker to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Bluetip,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
Whodini,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wolf Eyes,
Michelle Simonal,
Talk Talk,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
The Five Americans,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
MC5,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Radiohead,
Sandy B,
The Zeros,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
These Immortal Souls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Infiniti,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.