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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cure,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Deepchord,
The Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Nils Olav,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Finger,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.