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 Turkmenistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Black Sheep,
the Association,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Spoonie Gee,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
In Retrospect,
Tropical Tobacco,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
The Monks,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Joe Smooth,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mandrill,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.