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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 K-Klass to the jazz 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Yaz,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Nick Fraelich,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anthony Braxton,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
the Swans,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skarface,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.