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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Buckinghams,
Monolake,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sex Pistols,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
MC5,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.