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 Peru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 Stiv Bators to the electroclash 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Sister Nancy,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
Man Eating Sloth,
Urselle,
Shuggie Otis,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
The Martian,
Barrington Levy,
Steve Hackett,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Blancmange,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Anthony Braxton,
Fugazi,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.