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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Tres Demented to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
R.M.O.,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
UT,
June of 44,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Rites of Spring,
Radio Birdman,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Kas Product,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Metal Thangz,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Motorama,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Wings,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.