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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 H. Thieme to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Dark Day,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pagans,
Little Man,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Yellowson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Fela Kuti,
Dorothy Ashby,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.