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 Sri Lanka and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ken Boothe to the rock 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
The Black Dice,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Mummies,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Order,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Al Stewart,
Archie Shepp,
Wire,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Organ,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Bill Wells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Nirvana,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.