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 Korea South and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Joey Negro,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Loose Ends,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Roxette,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cure,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Byrd,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.