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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lakeside to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Monks,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Grey Daturas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
D'Angelo,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Bar-Kays,
Heaven 17,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.