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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Gong to the punk 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tim Buckley,
Bauhaus,
Junior Murvin,
Skaos,
Ronan,
Pole,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Halsall,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
Anakelly,
The Last Poets,
Anthony Braxton,
Thompson Twins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Depeche Mode,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Rosa Yemen,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.