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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a clarinet 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 clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Interpol,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Grey Daturas,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Letta Mbulu,
Television,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.