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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Tommy Roe,
Circle Jerks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
Lalann,
The Fall,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Tim Buckley,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.