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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fatback Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Suicide,
Jawbox,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
World's Most,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nico,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sandy B,
Dark Day,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Brick,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
Ten City,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Technova,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Junior Murvin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Ponytail,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.