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 Brazil and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 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 mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
The Neon Judgement,
Radio Birdman,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Nico,
The Zeros,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Mission of Burma,
The Invisible,
Royal Trux,
Youth Brigade,
Neu!,
The Motions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Associates,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Marc Almond,
Visage,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Lynne,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
The Vogues,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Ultra Naté,
Desert Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ten City,
Stetsasonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.