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 Gabon and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ponytail,
Q65,
Camouflage,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
Eve St. Jones,
Yellowson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Faust,
Aswad,
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Babytalk,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
The United States of America,
The Monochrome Set,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Smoke,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
CMW,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.