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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the grime 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Eden Ahbez,
Talk Talk,
Parry Music,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Moleskins,
Wasted Youth,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Index,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
Buzzcocks,
The Dirtbombs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.