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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Shadows of Knight to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
H. Thieme,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dirtbombs,
Pierre Henry,
Ludus,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Shuggie Otis,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Association,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Scientists,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.