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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Sugar Minott,
Mars,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
Wally Richardson,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pop Group,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Jeff Mills,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Procol Harum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Oblivians,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cramps,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
Drexciya,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.