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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ 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 harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Standells,
Al Stewart,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter & Gordon,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Sun City Girls,
Lakeside,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Steve Hackett,
The Golliwogs,
The Velvet Underground,
Prince Buster,
Fatback Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
FM Einheit,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.