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 Iceland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Tremeloes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Massinfluence,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
Bob Dylan,
Yaz,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
The Five Americans,
The Offenders,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
X-101,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Joyce Sims,
Animal Collective,
Bill Near,
The Count Five,
Prince Buster,
Lou Christie,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Patti Smith,
Can,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Faraquet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.