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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop 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 crunk 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Lee Hazlewood,
T. Rex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Gun Club,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can, Can, Can, 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.