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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
UT,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy Collins,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Bananas,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
New Age Steppers,
Masters at Work,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
Desert Stars,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.