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 Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the dance 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
Adolescents,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Ponytail,
Little Man,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Sun Ra,
Ituana,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
Bush Tetras,
Symarip,
Skarface,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Blancmange,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Prince Buster,
John Cale,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Warren Ellis,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
Slave,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.