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 South Africa and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Massinfluence to the techno 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters 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?
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Youth Brigade,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band,
The Star Department,
Sparks,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Kaleidoscope,
Flash Fearless,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.