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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Trojans,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
Eve St. Jones,
Main Source,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
UT,
The Smoke,
Letta Mbulu,
Clear Light,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Ultravox,
The Barracudas,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Gang of Four,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Laurel Aitken,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Gong,
Iggy Pop,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Inner City,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.