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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Soft Machine to the techno 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba 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 theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Chrome,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Eddi Front,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
JFA,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Sparks,
10cc,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Aswad,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Joyce Sims,
the Soft Cell,
Eve St. Jones,
Grauzone,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.