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 Seychelles and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Magazine to the disco 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba 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 synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
JFA,
Josef K,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Byrd,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tommy Roe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Quando Quango,
Can,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
Average White Band,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
The Motions,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.