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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scan 7,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
The Zeros,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
The Gun Club,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Joy Division,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
Fugazi,
The Index,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Young Rascals,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.