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 Djibouti and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an oboe 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 mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
The Monks,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Panda Bear,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
Nico,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Sight & Sound,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.