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 Nauru and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dave Gahan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Inner City,
Interpol,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Laurel Aitken,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Offenders,
JFA,
Faraquet,
Mars,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Supertramp,
Wally Richardson,
The Move,
Minny Pops,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
the Swans,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.