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 Morocco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cure,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Sugar Minott,
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
June Days,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Starr,
Moebius,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
CMW,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.