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 France and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Piero Umiliani to the techno 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe 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 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Brass Construction,
Godley & Creme,
Spandau Ballet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Wolf Eyes,
Panda Bear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Lakeside,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Ohio Players,
Freddie Wadling,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
John Cale,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.