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 Niger and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths,
Ten City,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.