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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Minutemen,
The Music Machine,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
The Knickerbockers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
The Last Poets,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Livin' Joy,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.