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 Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yaz to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare 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 arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Tremeloes,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
Qualms,
The Offenders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
CMW,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Excepter,
ABC,
Urselle,
MC5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.