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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Rekid,
Fluxion,
Cameo,
Intrusion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Stooges,
Television Personalities,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
F. McDonald,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.