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 Angola and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Audionom,
kango's stein massive,
The Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
The Sound,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
MC5,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
D'Angelo,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fire Engines,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Japan,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Maurizio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül II,
Sex Pistols,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.