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 Togo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 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 Pop Group to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
John Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Simply Red,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Massinfluence,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
The Litter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The Sound,
Oneida,
Yazoo,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.