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 Marshall Islands and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar 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 güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
10cc,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tubeway Army,
Echospace,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camberwell Now,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Alphaville,
Joyce Sims,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hot Snakes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Almond,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Copeland,
Sex Pistols,
the Normal,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barry Ungar,
Groovy Waters,
Half Japanese,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.