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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Niagra,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pole,
Howard Jones,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moody Blues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Barrington Levy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.