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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Wolf Eyes,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale,
Pantytec,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Davy DMX,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Cymande,
kango's stein massive,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Ludus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Surgeon,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Donald Byrd,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Adolescents,
Thompson Twins,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Idris Muhammad,
Slave,
the Fania All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.