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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Alarm Clocks to the punk 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Average White Band,
Harry Pussy,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
Mission of Burma,
Nirvana,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Outsiders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yazoo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
The New Christs,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
R.M.O.,
Roxette,
E-Dancer,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.