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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron 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 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
Loose Ends,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scrapy,
The Skatalites,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
The Move,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick Morgan,
The Real Kids,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Hood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.