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 Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Angels of Light to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Funky Four + One,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.