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 Argentina and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin 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 oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang of Four,
The Human League,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter and Kerry,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Archie Shepp,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The American Breed,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Bootsy Collins,
Mr. Review,
Fatback Band,
Rekid,
Model 500,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül II,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gun Club,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
World's Most,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.