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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Circle Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a harpsichord 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Rapeman,
Harry Pussy,
The Zeros,
The Smiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
F. McDonald,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
The Toasters,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marshall Jefferson,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Audionom,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.