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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 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 Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
X-102,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
Roxette,
Shuggie Otis,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Arthur Verocai,
Kayak,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brick,
Rufus Thomas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
The Vogues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Terry Callier,
Brothers Johnson,
Fad Gadget,
Laurel Aitken,
Circle Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
John Foxx,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gories,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.