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 Laos and from Milan.
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 Philadelphia and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxette,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
The Busters,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Gong,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Black Pus,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Erykah Badu,
The Invisible,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Kayak,
The Names,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
Faust,
Little Man,
Crime,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Colin Newman,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Ultravox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
the Normal,
Pole,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
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.