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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 The Count Five to the punk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer 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 harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick Morgan,
the Sonics,
Moss Icon,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cluster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Tubeway Army,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Leonard Cohen,
Fat Boys,
CMW,
Sparks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Josef K,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Isaac Hayes,
Marmalade,
Spoonie Gee,
Buzzcocks,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.