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 Chile and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Nas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Skaos,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.