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 Italy and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Neil Young to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pere Ubu,
Popol Vuh,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
The Mummies,
Hashim,
Smog,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Maurizio,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
Oneida,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bluetip,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
CMW,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.