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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '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 Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Alison Limerick,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Index,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Gabor Szabo,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Lalann,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.