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 Zimbabwe and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
The Vogues,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
Joey Negro,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
Silicon Teens,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Jawbox,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
Cheater Slicks,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
Zero Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.