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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Nirvana,
Underground Resistance,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Donald Byrd,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arab on Radar,
Charles Mingus,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalann,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pagans,
Skaos,
Jawbox,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
The Pop Group,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.