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 Laos and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Hoover to the funk 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
The Standells,
MDC,
The Red Krayola,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Pierre Henry,
Al Stewart,
Danielle Patucci,
Q65,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Selecter,
Blancmange,
Slave,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
The Smoke,
The Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Pulsallama,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
X-102,
The Mummies,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Barry Ungar,
the Germs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Vladislav Delay,
Absolute Body Control,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.