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 Solomon Islands 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
The Barracudas,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Erykah Badu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Bizarre Inc.,
UT,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pantytec,
the Germs,
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.