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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Lungfish,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Make Up,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Essential Logic,
X-Ray Spex,
E-Dancer,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The New Christs,
Desert Stars,
JFA,
L. Decosne,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
June of 44,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
The Neon Judgement,
The Star Department,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.