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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
Nas,
Davy DMX,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Blancmange,
Heaven 17,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Sex Pistols,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang of Four,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Wire,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soulsonic Force,
The Move,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Pole,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Idris Muhammad,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.