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 Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Pretty Things,
The Golliwogs,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Organ,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
The Pop Group,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faraquet,
UT,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
Pussy Galore,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Residents,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
The Sound,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.