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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Basic Channel to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ 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 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Magma,
Amazonics,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
Warsaw,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Kayak,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.