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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultra Naté,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Arab on Radar,
China Crisis,
Oblivians,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ludus,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
Delon & Dalcan,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
Moebius,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
The Monks,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.