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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ponytail,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
The Count Five,
John Foxx,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Malaria!,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Black Sheep,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Alton Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.