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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Cosmic Jokers 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Saccharine Trust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Lyres,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Brand Nubian,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Fugazi,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Girls At Our Best!,
Susan Cadogan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.