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 Belgium and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare 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 The Cure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba 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 guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Index,
DNA,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
Connie Case,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
Suicide,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
The Victims,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
MDC,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.