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 Kenya and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Procol Harum to the crunk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Can,
Q and Not U,
Ituana,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra,
Delta 5,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Niagra,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Metal Thangz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aloha Tigers,
Spandau Ballet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.