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 Zimbabwe and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Suburban Knight to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Pantaleimon,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Maleditus Sound,
Index,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Agent Orange,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Image Ltd.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.