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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Hashim to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
The Saints,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
Al Stewart,
Lyres,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Blake Baxter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Schoolly D,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Theoretical Girls,
MDC,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Erasure,
Faust,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.