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 Norway and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Stetsasonic to the dance 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
ABC,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Procol Harum,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Groovy Waters,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultravox,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Prunes,
Idris Muhammad,
June of 44,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.