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 Eritrea and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Neil Young,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes,
The Residents,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arab on Radar,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Pere Ubu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
Avey Tare,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Fraelich,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.