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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 The American Breed to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
June of 44,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
The Buckinghams,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
kango's stein massive,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Ultra Naté,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Real Kids,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.