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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 harpsichord 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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Scion,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Zeros,
June Days,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joe Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dead C,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Simply Red,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Pantaleimon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Prince Buster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Adolescents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unrelated Segments,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.