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 Germany and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Traffic Nightmare to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Joe Smooth,
Adolescents,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oneida,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.