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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the jazz 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Tremeloes,
Anakelly,
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalann,
Livin' Joy,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crime,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
The Doors,
Sonic Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Buckinghams,
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Make Up,
Gang of Four,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.