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 New Zealand and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Arthur Verocai,
Joyce Sims,
John Foxx,
Sugar Minott,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Mars,
Josef K,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Gang Green,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Magma,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Dave Gahan,
The Kinks,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Beau Brummels,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.