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 Albania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blossom Toes,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Marvin Gaye,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Moebius,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Mantronix,
Interpol,
Public Enemy,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Mr. Review,
Deakin,
Warsaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.