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 East Timor and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Marine Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
DNA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Brothers Johnson,
Main Source,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Vladislav Delay,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
John Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
MDC,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
The Slackers,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lee Hazlewood,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.