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 Afghanistan and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Monks,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Qualms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
JFA,
Roxette,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Anakelly,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nirvana,
Fugazi,
R.M.O.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Con Funk Shun,
Patti Smith,
DJ Style,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Steve Hackett,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Moss Icon,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Lightning Bolt,
Prince Buster,
Guru Guru,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Wells,
Eli Mardock,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.