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 Poland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 mellotron 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Gong,
China Crisis,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
PIL,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Jawbox,
Joensuu 1685,
Nas,
CMW,
Peter & Gordon,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Sex Pistols,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.