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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Camouflage,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
The Sonics,
JFA,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
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.