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 Sierra Leone and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 the Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Inner City,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Hot Snakes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Kinks,
The Zeros,
The Monks,
Todd Terry,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Roxy Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Index,
Vainqueur,
Easy Going,
Television,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
kango's stein massive,
The Dirtbombs,
New York Dolls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.