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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 electroclash 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jimmy McGriff,
Groovy Waters,
Ten City,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Dual Sessions,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Ludus,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style,
Ice-T,
Scion,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.