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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Toni Rubio,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Junior Murvin,
New Order,
Erasure,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.