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 Israel and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Invisible,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Can,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Royal Trux,
Rakim,
Sällskapet,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Spoonie Gee,
The Offenders,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Goldenarms,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.