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 Spain and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Whodini to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Colin Newman,
cv313,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Lower 48,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Skarface,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
CMW,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.