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 New Zealand and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terry Callier to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Erykah Badu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Japan,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Camouflage,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Eric Copeland,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
The Searchers,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
Model 500,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Graham Central Station,
X-101,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roxette,
Rosa Yemen,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.