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 Libya and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes 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 arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Whodini,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Joyce Sims,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The United States of America,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.