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 Chad and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Bad Manners,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Smog,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Cal Tjader,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Cameo,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Mills,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
The Tremeloes,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.