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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
LL Cool J,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Victims,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Nick Fraelich,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Silicon Teens,
Massinfluence,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Eric Copeland,
Roy Ayers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Fela Kuti,
Negative Approach,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.