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 Gabon and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Slave to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lower 48,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Lyres,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang of Four,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.