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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Christie,
The Toasters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Liliput,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Television,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
Y Pants,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Pylon,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Leaves,
Connie Case,
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Boz Scaggs,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jawbox,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.