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 Papua New Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Derrick May,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Schoolly D,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Television,
Moby Grape,
The Count Five,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Tommy Roe,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Von Mondo,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.