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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Hoover,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Simply Red,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Machine,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Easy Going,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Radio Birdman,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Starr,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.