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 Dominica and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Negative Approach,
Joyce Sims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Danielle Patucci,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
Television,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
The Electric Prunes,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Mission of Burma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.