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 Uruguay and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Nik Kershaw to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Neu!,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
the Human League,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Zeros,
Mad Mike,
CMW,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Juan Atkins,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.