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 India and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tom Boy to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet 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 oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Wolf Eyes,
a-ha,
The Barracudas,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Moss Icon,
Absolute Body Control,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Babytalk,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lucky Dragons,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Ornette Coleman,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.