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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
The Doors,
Excepter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantaleimon,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Move,
the Human League,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
Joey Negro,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Lyres,
These Immortal Souls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Eric Copeland,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.