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 Egypt and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
Zero Boys,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jawbox,
The Neon Judgement,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Darondo,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
The Golliwogs,
The Blues Magoos,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
World's Most,
Peter and Kerry,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mad Mike,
Hoover,
The Real Kids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barrington Levy,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Davy DMX,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.