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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 The Cure to the grime 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
Qualms,
Masters at Work,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q and Not U,
JFA,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Sparks,
the Sonics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.