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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
48th St. Collective,
Graham Central Station,
Wings,
Ituana,
Accadde A,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxy Music,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Flash Fearless,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Arab on Radar,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thompson Twins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dark Day,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.