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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Dark Day,
Half Japanese,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The American Breed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
The Busters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Pantytec,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Khruangbin,
PIL,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.