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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The Fortunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Outsiders,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ponytail,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
Gong,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
Byron Stingily,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Sparks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Underground Resistance,
Magazine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.