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 Turkmenistan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sugar Minott 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
EPMD,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Motorama,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Tom Boy,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Alice Coltrane,
Maleditus Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ice-T,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.