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 Guatemala and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Panda Bear,
Yazoo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blossom Toes,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
DNA,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.