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 Kenya and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Nico,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Stooges,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Fat Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker,
Sarah Menescal,
Skriet,
Alphaville,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.