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 Taiwan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Rotary Connection,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté,
Franke,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.