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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Remains to the rap 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Mars,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roger Hodgson,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
Negative Approach,
The United States of America,
The Mojo Men,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
John Lydon,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.