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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Barbara Tucker,
Darondo,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Joyce Sims,
Sixth Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick Morgan,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
Jandek,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.