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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Arab on Radar to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an oboe 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Kayak,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Happenings,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Sister Nancy,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Sex Pistols,
Pulsallama,
Tubeway Army,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.