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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Smog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
Barry Ungar,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
June Days,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Rapeman,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.