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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
the Slits,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Howard Jones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Piero Umiliani,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
CMW,
UT,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
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The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
Nirvana,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.