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 Liberia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Peter and Kerry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Average White Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
Surgeon,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Erykah Badu,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.