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 Italy 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 Neu! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Names,
Malaria!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Real Kids,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Marc Almond,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
MC5,
The Moody Blues,
Henry Cow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Television,
Jawbox,
Neil Young,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
David Bowie,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
Soul II Soul,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.