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 Brazil and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
David McCallum,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Barrington Levy,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
the Bar-Kays,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.