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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the jazz 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Warren Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moebius,
Bobby Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Skaos,
Shoche,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.