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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Fatback Band,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Lalann,
Brothers Johnson,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Roger Hodgson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mojo Men,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
JFA,
The Tremeloes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Echospace,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
The Smiths,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Faust,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.