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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Style,
Talk Talk,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Parry Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Organ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Quadrant,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.