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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Byrd,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
Graham Central Station,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Icehouse,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
Cluster,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.