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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scion,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Scan 7,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
MC5,
Unrelated Segments,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.