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 Belize and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 The Raincoats to the dance 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Tim Buckley,
Ten City,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Dirtbombs,
Trumans Water,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
John Foxx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
UT,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Susan Cadogan,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.