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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Fat Boys 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Pole,
The Kinks,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
Average White Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiopuhelimet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Steve Hackett,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Simply Red,
Von Mondo,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Harmonia,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Yazoo,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub,
Barrington Levy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tomorrow,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.