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 Dominican Republic and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Aloha Tigers,
Easy Going,
Audionom,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Doors,
Aswad,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
World's Most,
Curtis Mayfield,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Tres Demented,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Grass Roots,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
The Gap Band,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
These Immortal Souls,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.