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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Hashim,
cv313,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Index,
Stiv Bators,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Davy DMX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalann,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacques Brel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Negative Approach,
Metal Thangz,
L. Decosne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kayak,
the Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.