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 Ghana and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ 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 snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
Visage,
Lyres,
MC5,
The Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Suicide,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Soft Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sam Rivers,
Reagan Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.