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 Ecuador and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Minutemen,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magma,
Glambeats Corp.,
Agitation Free,
Scrapy,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brick,
Shoche,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.