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 Djibouti and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a clarinet 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 synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Oneida,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Rapeman,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Sparks,
June of 44,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Outsiders,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Josef K,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
48th St. Collective,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.