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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
Franke,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
The Monks,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Scan 7,
Royal Trux,
Negative Approach,
Fluxion,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
ABC,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Soft Machine,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalann,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.