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 Denmark and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Nick Fraelich to the disco 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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Hasil Adkins,
Nas,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eddi Front,
Scott Walker,
The Fugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Guru Guru,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deadbeat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.