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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Josef K,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
the Association,
ABBA,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
New Order,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacques Brel,
Au Pairs,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Rod Modell,
Black Moon,
T. Rex,
Aloha Tigers,
Kenny Larkin,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.