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 Maldives and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Walker Brothers to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
UT,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
The Mummies,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
a-ha,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Sällskapet,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Music Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ten City,
Bill Near,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.