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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
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 The Golliwogs to the disco 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
Blake Baxter,
Hoover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
New Order,
The Fuzztones,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Wells,
Al Stewart,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.