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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crooked Eye,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Enemy,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
The Techniques,
Unrelated Segments,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Essential Logic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.