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 Liberia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Sixth Finger,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
June Days,
Sparks,
Minutemen,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
T. Rex,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Kinks,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.