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 Vanuatu and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
The Golliwogs,
Theoretical Girls,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Associates,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
June of 44,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eurythmics,
Smog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Flipper,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terry Callier,
Michelle Simonal,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Can,
The Zeros,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.