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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang On A Can to the rap 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 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 synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Bill Wells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Soft Cell,
Rites of Spring,
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aloha Tigers,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Little Man,
Harry Pussy,
Lungfish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maurizio,
The Modern Lovers,
Pere Ubu,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
The Mummies,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.