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 Belarus and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a linndrum 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 sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiohead,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Bill Near,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
kango's stein massive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.