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 Switzerland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Gang of Four to the grunge 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
ABBA,
X-101,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Marine Girls,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Pantaleimon,
The Music Machine,
Fear,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Steve Hackett,
Bluetip,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Lindisfarne,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.