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 Angola and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eddi Front to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a snare 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 oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
Sex Pistols,
Agent Orange,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Bluetip,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hashim,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Quando Quango,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Depeche Mode,
The Kinks,
the Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Eden Ahbez,
Byron Stingily,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.