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 India and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hoover,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Warsaw,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
Arab on Radar,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Divine Comedy,
Skarface,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Aaron Thompson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Hill,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.