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 Germany and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Alphaville,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
Fad Gadget,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lucky Dragons,
Blancmange,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tom Boy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.