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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alarm Clocks to the disco 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Rosa Yemen,
Quando Quango,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Surgeon,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
Nico,
Audionom,
Skarface,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Ponytail,
Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Banda Bassotti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
The Angels of Light,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.