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 Singapore and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 organ 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 The Sound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane,
Monks,
Motorama,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Desert Stars,
UT,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Todd Terry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
F. McDonald,
Rod Modell,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Peter & Gordon,
Bluetip,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.