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 Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar 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 sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Henry Cow,
Rekid,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Jandek,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
The Pretty Things,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
Byron Stingily,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fuzztones,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
The Searchers,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Rod Modell,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Althea and Donna,
The Golliwogs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.